Fan Fiction Friday: Stargate SG-1
INT. SG-1 CONFERENCE ROOM – STARGATE COMMAND – DAY
(The familiar conference table is crowded. A star chart glows on the monitor. Coffee steams. One folding chair—clearly borrowed—creaks slightly under the weight of its occupant)
GENERAL HAMMOND The planet designation is P9-643. Population just under three million.
CARTER The Goa’uld introduced a genetic agent into their primary crops. It doesn’t kill immediately—it destabilizes proteins at the molecular level. Everything edible becomes toxic.
JACK So… no salad.
DANIEL Jack.
JACK I’m just saying—have we tried ketchup and hot sauce?
ALTON (quietly, listening) Mmm.
CARTER We could attempt subatomic realignment. If we can reverse the altered bonds—
JACK You’re going to rebuild lunch with physics.
TEAL’C I once survived six months consuming only dirt and insects.
(A pause.)
JACK See? Backup plan.
DANIEL Three million people, Jack. This isn’t a joke.
(Alton finally clears his throat.)
ALTON You’re all assuming food has to arrive as food.
(Everyone turns.)
CARTER What do you mean?
ALTON Calories are chemistry. Nutrition is structure. If the end product is compromised, ship the process, not the meal.
DANIEL You’re suggesting… teaching them to make food?
ALTON Precisely. Starter cultures. Seed stock. Fermentation knowledge. Controlled protein systems that regenerate themselves.
CARTER (thinking fast) That would drastically reduce gate mass. A self-sustaining loop.
JACK So… the galaxy needs a cookbook.
ALTON A manual. With footnotes.
TEAL’C This solution is… acceptable.
GENERAL HAMMOND Mr. Brown—how soon can you start?
ALTON I’ll need yeast, bacteria, time, and respect for the science.
JACK I can get you ketchup.
DANIEL Please don’t.
(Alton adjusts his glasses, a faint smile forming.)
ALTON Gentlemen… and Colonel… let’s cook for a planet.
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